My Flash Fiction FWF contribution
My Favorite Thing
How weird, I stopped staring at the signpost in my way. I wondered who left such screwy signs in the middle of this field. I walked around reading some of the names they made no sense. Family, friends, love, studies, music, I’d never heard of any streets or towns around here with names like those. Maybe a game I thought but who would play a game here on this path? The wind picked up spinning the signs arrows. I backed away watching the names blur as they spun around the pole. When they stopped, all pointed home. I turned and ran down the path only to find another signpost up ahead. This time I didn’t stop to read the words, I eased around the signpost and hurried down the pathway.
My eyes fluttered then opened; I switched on the lamp, to quiet the fluttering of my heart. Only a dream, it’d been a dream, as I repeated the mantra over in my head. I lay back smoothing the blankets with my wrinkled, spotted hands, and my thoughts went to the young girl in my dream wondering what my life would’ve been had she chose a different path. As I reached for a drink of water on the nightstand, I picked up my favorite thing reflecting a set of five lovely eyes smiling at me. Whatever path that young girl could’ve chose differently, I’m glad the one she took led to them. Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve doesn’t matter, when I’ve riches beyond measure. I set the photo of my grandchildren down and clicked the lamp off with a smile. There will be no more bad dreams tonight.